Pokemon phobia

The old dwarf was so angry that he took his crutch and knocked Tyron very hard, until his hands went numb, but Tyron still sat there calmly, unmoved.

Rorov's beard was blown up, and he stared into piercing green eyes: "You took off the armor!"

Tyron: "No."

The dwarf rolled his eyes and tapped him again.Tai Lun was amused by him, stood up holding the tip of his cane, and said, "Okay, I won't joke with you, I'll go right away."

The landmarks of the city of Damanfin are very clear, and the collective smelting rooms are concentrated by the underground magma river, and Tyronn is not worried about finding the way at all.However, before he left, Kadororov suddenly remembered something and stopped him: "Wait, let me check the piece of exterior pendant that Major made for you, you offended him, don't What did he do to your stuff."

Tai Lun was slightly taken aback, glanced at Carlos, and then took out the armor from the black armor interlayer and handed it to Rorov.

Tyron had carefully inspected this piece of armor before getting it, at least he didn't find any problems with his enchanting attainments.But it's good to check this kind of thing more times, the people of Damenfin are the ones who are most familiar with Major's enchanting techniques, maybe they can find some details that he overlooked.

The old dwarf put the cane under his armpit, took a look at the piece of armor, put it in his arms, and said unceremoniously to Tai Lun: "By the way, give me some high-purity magic liquid."

Carlos, who had been silently watching their nonsense, looked at Kadororov in surprise.As far as he knows, the so-called high-purity magic liquid is liquid magic power extracted from some special magic materials and does not contain any elemental bias. Usually, only one drop of magic power is enough to cast forbidden spells.But also because of the high concentration and strict purity requirements, it is very difficult to preserve, so mages can only extract it on the spot.

Why did Kadororov want it like Tyron?

After waiting for a few seconds, seeing that Tai Lun didn't respond, the old Damanfin was a little dissatisfied: "Ancestor Prola, it's just a matter of saliva, you still have to hesitate for a long time?"

Carlos was dumbfounded.

Tai Lun was silent for two seconds, and said, "No, I can't give it."

He just discovered that Yun Ling, who has been stuffed in his magic bag for eating and drinking, has eaten up all his reserve magic power at some point...

Under normal circumstances, Tyron would not be able to use these magical powers. With the supplement of external energy, the reserves here are always accumulating more and more.However, during this period of time, he has been wearing the Xuanjia with extremely strong isolation ability, and the accumulation of magic power has gradually stopped.And Yun Ling is very safe in his magic bag, even if the magic power reserve is empty, he has no intention of coming out, so that he didn't realize this until now.

Kadororov blew up again: "Taron Evans, what do you mean! Who would be speechless?"

Tai Lun corrected: "That's not saliva, that's my reserve magic power stored in the magic bag."

There seemed to be two flames burning in the green eyes of the old man: "Don't quibble, didn't you say that it was your breath? Isn't breath the saliva of a high-level magical creature? I haven't seen you for so long, and you have become so stingy!"

Tai Lun looked at him blankly for a while, then silently walked five meters away from Carlos, lifted his visor, and spit out a lump of white stuff like lightning.He stuffed something into the hand of the old Damen Finn: "There is only this."

Kadororov: "What the hell...ah!"

After being spit out, the silly dumpling who still couldn't figure out the situation was pinched by a stranger, and subconsciously threw a lightning arc to open Rorov's claws.It sensed it in a daze, and found that it could not find the breath of the big man it liked most. It became sad for a moment, and slowly dispersed into a small cloud and began to rain down.

Carlos was startled by this series of developments, and only then did he come back to his senses, hesitantly walked to Tai Lun, staring at the cloud: "Is this an elemental elf?"

Tyron looked away from Rorov, who was howling with his paws covered, hummed and said, "It's called Noapelandinas Lok Dagidonai, you can call it Arnold."

Carlos: "...my friend's second son is a naughty ghost?"

Tyron: "..."

Carlos stared at Tyron delicately: "Whose son is it?"

Tyron: "... mine."

Immediately afterwards, he couldn't help but asked back: "Do you understand? Have you ever been to the Xiqi Desert?"

"I have never been to the Xiqi Desert, but the wind has been there, and they will tell me everything generously." Carlos frowned and stared at Tai Lun, still struggling with the question just now, "Is it your son?"

Tai Lun was a little embarrassed, and regretted reporting the name that Byrne had casually chosen out of bad humor, but his habitual calm made him quickly regain his composure: "It's also your son."

Carlos fell silent instantly when he heard the words, and Tyron saw his pointed ears tremble, and then trembled again, and then even the wings folded in the robe behind him began to open and close slightly.

Tai Lun thought to himself: I'm ashamed.

At this moment, he has lost his external accessories, and his sensory ability has been able to vaguely perceive the energy fluctuations in the outside world. The high elves in front of him are not visible on the face, but they are obviously excited to the extreme, and the magic power around them begins to boil faintly—in fact, even Unable to sense it, Tyron could see the slightly distorted air around Carlos because of the boiling magic power with his eyes alone.

At this moment, Rorov has recovered from being stimulated by the electricity, and he looked at the cloud spirit ball unkindly: "Hey, what is this thing, has your breath become a spirit?"

Tai Lun had lowered his voice in the previous conversation with Carlos. Rorov did not have such excellent hearing as them, and was distracted by the pain, so he did not notice their conversation about Yunling's identity at all.Seeing this situation, Tai Lun decisively admitted: "Well, this is my breath, use it."

Rorov had a horrified expression of seeing a ghost.

Carlos felt that he had gained a lot of knowledge today. He had never seen Tai Lun molesting others in such a wicked way, as if he had been hit by the old Damen Finn with a cane. Zizi switched from the usual reticence, calmness and calmness to the state of having fun without blinking.

Even so, he still thinks Tai Lun is very cute!

"Go away, go to the forging room!" Rorov didn't want to talk to this guy, and waved Tyron away.He caught a glimpse of Carlos following him from the corner of his eye, and immediately stopped him with a cane: "You go later! Your name is Carlos, right? Can you come with me?"

Carlos glanced at Tyron hesitantly, then nodded and said, "Okay."

Tyron had told him before that the customs of the Damanfin people are quite different from those of surface humans, and the most obvious feature is that there are not so many so-called "polite" expressions.Many times their words sound harsh and unkind to the ears of surface people, but in fact that is their normal state.

After Tyron left alone, Rorov led Carlos aside, cast a disgusted glance at Yun Ling, who was still raining, and looked up at the silver-haired elf, who was twice as tall as himself: "Elf, you can fight!" surgery?"

He didn't wait for Carlos to answer, so he said maliciously to himself: "Let me teach you two tricks! Later, you can beat that bastard Tyron to the ground and rub it on the ground!"